Const. Matrimony will inform you. Come, one Flight of Resolution carries you to the Land of Experience; where, in a very moderate time, you'll know the Capacity of your Soul and your Body both, or I'm mistaken.
[Exeunt.
SCENE, Sir John Brute's House.
Enter Lady Brute and Belinda.
Bel. Well, Madam, what Answer have you from 'em?
Lady Brute. That they'll be here this Moment. I fancy 'twill end in a Wedding: I'm sure he's a Fool if it don't. Ten thousand Pounds, and such a Lass as you are, is no contemptible Offer to a younger Brother. But are not you under strange Agitations? Pr'ythee, how does your Pulse beat?
Bel. High and low, I have much ado to be valiant: sure it must feel very strange to go to Bed to a Man?
Lady Brute. Um——it does feel a little odd at first; but it will soon grow easy to you.
Enter Constant and Heartfree.